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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He said it wasn't love. Just lust. Just skin. Just sin. But the way he looked at her told another story, one written in bruises, bitten lips, and poems he'd never let her read. Nathan was supposed to die. scarred lungs, fractured soul, and a life stitched together by betrayal. But death didn't want him. So now he's cursed with time...and her. Aylin was never meant to see him again. Not after that night, 30,000 feet in the air. Not after he tasted her, claimed her, and disappeared. But fate is cruel. And Nathan? Even crueler. Now they meet in the dark. No labels. No promises. Just heat. They're not in love. They don't do love. They do bruises and breathless nights, sharp tongues and softer lies. They do madness. She secretly wants to fix him. He openly wants to break her. And neither of them can stop. This isn't a love story. This is a slow, exquisite destruction. And neither of them will survive it whole.

•°•~☆~•°•𝕿𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑•°•~☆~•°• ●~~𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔~~● "You can't keep me forever." ~Her "Watch me." ~Him (TARA × NIKOLAI)

{🏆🥈Versification 2026 Grand Daily Prompt Runner Up} Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten. This collection contains poems written for Versification 2026 contest by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this book on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read the story in its original and safe form, please visit @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you for your support and happy reading! ♡ ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

For while we are still in this tent, we groan under our burden, because we wish not to be unclothed but to be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee. - 2 Corinthians 5:4-5

Welcome to Fragments & Frames! A growing collection of poetry and narrative verse about heartbreak, healing, and everything in between. This space is built on two alternating rhythms. Fragments are the raw, late-night confessions and the internal excavation of personal memory, jagged scars, and the quiet ache of what used to be. Frames are the cinematic snapshots-narrative ballads that zoom out to watch the world through a different lens, capturing the stories hidden just beneath the surface. Piece by piece, these worlds bleed into one another. Step inside.

When it's dark.

I write poems in my free time or as a way of venting. Thought I'd post them here, maybe it'll help someone? Anyways, look around! see if you like anything :)

This is a book full of poetry that I have written, they will be random not followed by a theme. You must express yourself and free yourself from negativity I do this by writting poems.

*این فیکشن احتمالاً بهترین انمیز تو لاورزی می‌شه که می‌خونید. حداقل امیدوارم.* یک یتیم‌خونه‌، همون‌جایی بود که اون دو رو سال‌‌ها به رقابت فراخوند؛ رقابتی بر سر این که کدوم‌ یکی، توی به گند کشیدن زندگیِ اون یکی دیگه موفق‌تره. چون جیمین تقلیدگره و می‌تونه تمام جادوهای آرکادیا رو برای خودش داشته باشه. جز یکیشون.. جادویِ سایه‌ها، اونی که مال جونگکوکه. و سال‌ها سهمشون از هم فقط نفرت بوده اما دنیا، پای جیمین رو به جنایتی باز می‌کنه که دوباره هل داده می‌شه توی زندگیِ پسر. چون اگر جیمین دزد بود و جونگکوک مامور دولتی، اگر جیمین فرار می‌کرد و جونگکوک شکار.. نفس کشیدنشون زیر یک سقف، از مرگ هم سیاه‌تر بود. "دیمیشا، ازت بیزارم. اما بهم بگو چیشد که تنها سهم من از تو شد این نفرت قدیمی‌ات بهم و ترسم از اینکه یکی بیشتر از من نابود کردنت رو یاد بگیره؟ چون آشوب کرده‌ی قلب پریشونم؛ به خدایِ دردی که می‌پرستی قسم اگر بفهمم حتی مرگ هم بیشتر از من به تنت میاد؛ مرگ رو هم می‌کُشم که ببینی چقدر توی داشتنت، خسیسم." - ◆ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: Fantasy, Mystery, Romance, angst, smut, enemies to lovers ◆ 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲: Kookmin ◆ 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿: #dee ◆ 𝗨𝗽: Monday

human experience, a natural law not explored by the sciences, but rather by psychoanalysis. The natural law of mine states that every feeling is universal, despite human complexities that come with our original life experiences. SEPTEMBER 19TH.

ᰋ ˓ phantom ╱ vague poetry part two would it be love, if it wasn't there, regardless? ㅤwritten by autumn ㅤaugust 2026 - ? bloom together, or wither alone.

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

These are the pages where I admit the split, the dissatisfaction, the looping thoughts, the quiet damage, and the longing - and still choose to keep moving. I understand what I'm carrying. I just refuse to let it become the only thing I am.

A collection of poems exploring moments that linger, thoughts that wander, and emotions that stay with you. The beauty of poetry lies in its ability to be open to multiple meanings. These poems are intentionally left open to interpretation - no explanations, no prescribed meanings.

My Eternal Love For You.

A self acclaimed Poet's sense of self and plenty of dry non-poetic poems.

𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒋𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒋𝒆 "𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧." Two years ago, 𝗠𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗶 𝗞𝘂𝘀𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗵𝗮 lost everything-her faith in love, her innocent devotion, and the man she gave her heart to. Now a celebrated poet, she translates her lingering heartbreak into verses, rebuilding her world brick by brick from the ruins of a broken marriage. She has finally learned to live without him. 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘆𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗮 is a renowned event planner, capable of organizing perfection for everyone except himself. Blinded by a bitter misunderstanding, he made the biggest mistake of his life two years ago-a betrayal that tore his wife away from him. He knows he ruined them. He knows he doesn't deserve a second chance. The trouble is, he hasn't stopped loving her for a single second. When their paths are forced to cross again, old wounds reopen with devastating heat. Mrignayni wants nothing to do with the man who broke her heart. But Pratyaksh isn't ready to let the ghost of their past stay dead. She bled for him in ink. Now, he's willing to burn down his entire world just to win back his ex-wife.

A Simple Writing, As Simple As Someone, As Simple As Love.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝗔 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗵𝘆𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝘀. ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 🐢 Rankings: #10 in poetry (out of 345K stories) #7 in poem (out if 212K stories) #1 in poembook (out of out of 18K stories) #1 in poemcollection (out of 11.9K stories) #2 in poetrycollection (out of out of 37.6K stories) #2 in freeverse (out of out of 8.03K stories) #3 in prose (out of out of 9.88K stories) #4 in lovepoem (out of 8.84K stories) #4 in rhyme (out of 6.17K stories) #5 in poet (out of 18.9K stories) ────୨ৎ──── 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲: @𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗯𝘂𝗻 All images/gifs used in this book belong to the original owners. No copyright infringement intended. ©️ 𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗯𝘂𝗻 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻. 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲.🚨

i never felt special at all, just a ghost in the silence, waiting for an end to crawl. © Trinauthentic_2024